My husband is not gay!

Where's Kamarku?

At first everything was fine, Ana sat down beside Andre while playing her phone. Likewise with Andre who began to open his laptop since getting into the car. Half an hour later.

“why Om?” Ana sees Andre suddenly twitching her forehead, she is afraid her husband is dizzy and wants to vomit so she must get ready to ask the driver to immediately marginalize her car, also she can prepare a swipe pouch.

“hm, it's okay,” replied Andre weakly.

“sure?”

“hm,”

“mau vomit no?”

“gak! You think I'm a barber what?!”

“kan emang again not feeling well, naturally if you want to vomit”

Andre put away Ana's hand that was placed on her thigh, she then ironed her head on Ana's lap.

“hey!” Ana restrains Andre's head from falling on his lap.

“don't press An, my head hurts,”

“ya but don't need to collapse too,”

“my head hurts, I want the fall but because there you ya forced me to fall in

your lap” Ana rolled her eyeballs, then let out her breath violently.

“why?" continued Andre.

“gak!” Ana relented and let Andre lay his head on her lap. He tried not to care by turning his attention to his phone, even though he actually felt bad. Ana's hand was floating above Andre's head, she did not dare to put her hand on the body let alone Andre's head to support his hand. Obviously it made his hands and heart ache, let alone his legs. Ana let out a long sigh and re-distracted her attention of the game on her phone.

As she begins to sink with her cell phone Ana senses something moving around

his stomach, which made him feel amused.

“Ah!” Ana held back Andre's head that was pushing towards her stomach. “Om!” ana's voice rose an octave.

“ugh!” Andre bellowed as his rambang was pulled by Ana.

“don't be pulled, sick!” Andre holds Ana's hand asking to be released from the grip of the hand on her hair.

“geli tau!”

“iya, yes, I no longer, just had my nose itchy,” Ana released the clutches of her hands, she

sigh. Andre's position is still tilted facing Ana's stomach and it makes her uncomfortable, many times Ana moves her lower body makes Andre feel uncomfortable, but he was still reluctant to let go of Ana until finally Andre hugged her waist made her more attached.

“Om!” Ana tries to let go of Andre's embrace, but Andre doesn't budge. Ana sighed many times. ‘why the hell?! I feel like my mom is aja’

“An, I'm still not feeling well, pliiisssss this once is okay?!” Ana finally fell silent, ‘had it, she was sick’ Andre smiled as he felt Ana starting to calm down again.

The journey feels longer because it is their departure almost when with people who have just returned to work, until the streets become jammed.

‘already nyampe where the hell, very long! Oh singsireumeun deui!’ (singsireumeumen\= tingling).

Ana tried to move her legs that felt heavy due to tingling, she turned her face towards the streets looking for clues about where it had reached. It turns out that it is still new to the toll road and the road has started smoothly. Ana let out a long sigh, for now her only hope is one rest area, she wants to get out of her discomfort immediately.

The long and lonely journey made Ana start to sleepy, she began to lay her head down and still did not feel her legs due to tingling. If he moves then his legs will feel sore until he just silently hopes all will soon disappear. Semaki long

the journey deeper into his sleep even he missed the rest area he was waiting for.

‘maaf An, hopefully this way you will be more accustomed to my existence, I want you to be able to quickly accept me’ Inner Andre, he knows that what he does makes Ana uncomfortable, he said, actually, he was uncomfortable because his legs had to be bent for a long time.

Until finally he felt Ana's breath that began to be regular. Andre lifted his head,

‘sleep turned out’ Andre raised his body to a sitting position, he lay Ana's head on his shoulders, ‘tumben not awake? Usually rocking around waking up,’ not how long Andre began to sleepy, the quiet streets made him yawn several times that finally Andre also fell asleep.

flashback off

Tocktails

“login!”

The door to the room opened from the outside.

“excuse me madam, where will the tea be stored?” Ana who was still massaging her legs was even confused, she did not know the person standing at the door of her room.

“i Rumi mistress, one of the household assistants in this house “ A middle-aged woman but looks younger than the one who previously introduced herself to her young mistress, “oh!” Ana is silent digesting ‘ada how many household system in this house? Uh! Naturally, this big house cannot be just one art,’

“nyonya,” the housekeeper again greeted his young mistress who looked bongong.

“ah! Keep it at the table, thanks ya” Art who introduced himself by the name of Rumi into the room and then store tea on the table according to the instructions of the employer and out of the room after bowing his head as a tattoo to say goodbye.

“Who asked for tea?”

Shuuurrrr...

She is disturbed to hear the sound of the shower suddenly lit up, Ana turns towards the sound, her eyes rounded.

“dia another shower? Why take a shower here? This my room?! Wait!” Ana got off the bed in a hurry, she approached the closet that was lined up to fill the wall with a ceiling height. He started to open the most corner cabinets close to the bathroom door, both door leaves opened sekligus, “heh!” what she thought was the truth, then Ana opened the next closet. All men's clothes, lined up neatly and arranged with

perfect. “dia took me to her room, why?” Ana shut the closet door again,

after thinking for a moment he finally decided to look for a guest room, ‘gak need to wait for him, tanyain same art that was aja’ thought Ana while carrying her suitcase and bag out of the room, when you want to go down the stairs it turns out all the lights on the lower floor have been turned off. ‘udah on the bed are you? There was an art here for tea, how rich there is no life anyway?!’ Ana

woe to look downstairs through the footing of the first ladder from above. ‘so quiet! Iihhhh’ Ana undoes her intention to go downstairs looking for her own guest room, with a quick step she returns to the room. Ana closed the bedroom door and leaned behind the door while adjusting her breathing.

“why?” Andre who had just come out of the bathroom was amazed to see Ana who looked bored with the backpack on her back and the suitcase lying next to her. ‘already aware apparently, apparently, want to try to run away but scared, ckckck.’ inner Andre. Ana looked towards Andre with a squint

his view.

‘heh! Looks like tonight won't be a quiet night!’ Andre walks open the closet door and picks up a set of his nightgowns.

"where's my room?"